Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2023 03:44:32 +0000 From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me> Subject: Grandpa's Mirror - 3 Grandpa's Mirror - 3 Warning: This story is seriously fucked up. Like all stories, this is fictional. All characters are fictional. Nothing is real. Keep the server forges burning. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ++++++ We ride home. Well, to my home. Lucas and I chatter in the back seat as Grandpa drives. Grandma is riding shotgun. She didn't need to come, but for whatever reason, that's what they did in the past and that's how they do it now. I really can't complain. Grandma and Grandpa are the best ever. Lucas and I connected today. I talk to him like we are old friends but always have to remember he doesn't know anything about me. The whole time, though, the mirror keeps coming to my head and almost, a couple of times, leaks passed my lips. I bite my tongue. I dredge up our limited past, "I can't believe your Mom lets you come sleep over. This is going to be epic." "Yeah," Lucas says as his eyebrows furl in doubt, "She usually is pretty cautious, but your Grams and Gramps are so awesome." "And you boys need to behave to keep a good thing going." Grandma scolds us for something we never did. Yet. "Don't worry Grandma," I smiled, "We won't get caught." The taunt worked. Grandma went into a tirade for the rest of the way home. I smile to Lucas and he winks back. We pull into the driveway. Grandpa calls out as we leave the truck, "Supper is at six. Don't be late. And Carter, stop teasing your Grandma." I look over and Grandpa has a little smile on his face. I give Lucas the tour of the farm, which takes up our whole time. Supper is good old fashioned meat and potatoes. I offer to show Lucas the whole in the roof where the spare rooms were after supper. I also explain, innocently, that there's a bunch of furniture and stuff in there that had to be moved so it wasn't ruined by rain or construction. Grandpa has a little scowl on his face. I know he's thinking what I am thinking. There's a dirty mirror in there. He thinks it is pornographic and I think it's awesome. I keep my mouth shut about it all though and let supper come and go. We eat lemon meringue pie. After supper, I shoot out of the door with Lucas right behind me. We go through the barn again and end up in the loft. There's some hay still up there and it's warm. I pull off my shirt and lay it down. Lucas does the same and is reaching for his shorts. I put my hand out and stop him, "The hay is itchy. Trust me, you don't want to be scratching tonight." "What the fuck are you up to?" Lucas looks me straight in the face. I smile and burst, "Oh my god. Oh my gawd! I've been waiting for so long to tell you. That mirror I told you about, well, I think it's like a doorway to a different world." I started and ended up explaining everything in excuisite detail. I leave nothing out. I add my doubts and explain how it all has to be real, I finally finish to see a bland unbeliever sitting in front of me. "Yeah, no." Lucas doesn't buy it. "Weirder than shit, right?" "There's no such thing. C'mon Carter, how gullible do you think I am?" "Okay. You're right. I have to prove it. It's a bit weird and I don't know if I can make it work again, but when I first went through, I was naked, hard and alone. I went through last night, but couldn't go through this morning." I explain. "Maybe it is a night thing. Maybe magic can only happen at night." Lucas says. I look at him and say, "C'mon Lucas. You don't even believe I went through once and now you think you know how to get through tonight?" He laughs, "It sounds like it might be fun to just try and get through." "I never thought of that." I laugh too, "Too bad we couldn't get some weed or beer or something." "If there is another world over there, maybe they have booze and weed and women?" Lucas ventured. "This is going to be so much fun." I grabbed my shirt, "C'mon. The sun is almosts down." We raced to the green granary only to find out there was a good forty five minutes of sunlight left. We spent the time shooting the shit. He is a nice kid. He's always liked girls, but wants to fool around with boys before he decides. I can't believe he is so open about sex. Our house is silent. As soon as sex comes up, the mouths shut and subjects change. I can't believe we helped each other out earlier. I mean, he just grabbed my meat, the stick of my love and just jerked it. Now he's peeling off his clothes waiting for the clock to tick down. Once it's dark, he'll be standing in front of the mirror touching the dicks on either side of it waiting to go to the other side. He'll be rock hard and buck naked. I shake my head and adjust my crotch, "Okay, Lucas. Tonight is going to be awesome. But we need to think ahead." "Like maybe get some towels ready if we flash back and spunk like you did?" "I probably said too much." I took off my outside shorts. "This is exactly my point. When we get naked, it's all fine, when we jerk off, it's a one off. But tonight, I'm telling you, this is a whole new world of weird. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know if it's safe. I don't know much. I told you what I know. But promise me two things." "Sure. Anything." "Promise you won't tell a soul about any of it." "Promise." He crumples his brow in a funny way. I pretend not to notice and say, "Promise that we'll be friends after?" "Easy peasey, Lemon Squeezey." He replies. "That wasn't a solemn promise." "I promise." He says, his brilliant blue eyes sparkle. I try not to believe him, "So, just so you know, if this thing goes according to plan, you will end up naked. The back guy is going to jizz on the front guy. You are okay with that?" "Sure. If the middle part is everything you say it is." "Cool. You can be the front man." I say. His eyes open wide and he opens his mouth, but doesn't say anything. I smile, "Don't worry. I got your back." He tackles me. We wrestle and in our jostling, I open his belt and work his shorts off. He starts yelling, "Woah Woah Woah!" He pushes me back and I stop. "Stop." He says. He's breathing heavy, "If we are going to be men about this." He pulls off his shorts and underwear and then his shirt. He says, "I'll be the front man. You can stand as close to me as you want. I'll be on the other side for you." Wait. Did he just say that? My heart pounds. My eyes travel up and down his body. He's fresh. His smooth chest is pretty big, and his abs are all defined, like he spends all his time working out. His short jet black pubes sit on top of the rest of the package. He's bigger than me. He is not hard but grows. His circumcised head pops out and just like a weed, his organ finds full mast. He stares at me. I feel the pressure for only a split second. I wasn't going to miss this. For the world. My shirt never made it back on. I lower my shorts, just until my pubes show. I shoot down to my socks and peel them off. My legs are smooth. My hands return to my smooth chest and I take a run at my shorts again. I pull both the shorts and underwear off at the same time. I have to pull the front of my stuff so my stuff can escape. I am hard and intrude on the exit of the clothes. I let my stiff member out for inspection. I feel his eyes burn into it. I don't flinch. I let him closely inspect my stuff I have kept so secret for so many years. My eyes flick down to my phone. "C'mon. It's dark. It's time. I set the phone out to be sure." I say. It's true, though. The time has gone past the sunset hour by a few minutes. The room is dark. We lit the lamp before, and Lucas had given the mirror a long examination a while back. He even looked on the back and checked for traps or something. I never thought of that. "Okay." I sound official, like I have authority, "So, when I went through the first time--" "You were naked, horny and touched the figure on the right and the figure on the left. Well, you touched their junk." "Yeah. You make it sound weird though." I say. He laughs, "Yeah, going through a mirror naked and horny is not weird. I think we doing things that can't be undone. You are naked, horny, let's touch." We shuffle in front of the mirror. True to his word, he goes in front. I find my thing nestled into his bum crack. I reach around him. His arms embrace my body as we reach for the pornographic penises carved in wood. I feel charged and ready to blow my load, but I want to go to the otherside. Thunder. Screaming. I am standing in a bright space. The light makes me shield my eyes. I reach down and cover my wood. I don't know why. I look around. The trees are brown barked and green leafed and are far enough apart to make it warm, but a forest. The sun warms my bare body through the trees. The grass is green. It sits on the bottom and then I spot Lucas. His blue eyes seem bluer and his smile beams. His boner sticks out and I pause on it. In the real world it seemed softer and sensual, here it seems hard and there's an intangible hunger that I think about. Maybe it's me. I smile, "We made it." I stroke my boy for an exclamation. "Yeah." Lucas does the same. "There should be some flute playing. Like last time." I say. We stop and listen. There's birds. A lot of birds, and clouds. Clouds don't make noise. There's no flute. "So now what?" Lucas asks. I shrug, "I got no idea. Don't hide your junk. It's rude here or something." "We can't just stand here and do nothing." Lucas replies. "Okay. You are right. Last time I heard a flute, now we don't. Let's walk? Stop looking at me like that. This is the second time for me." We pick a direction and walk. The land looks a lot like our world, but there's no bugs, the ground is really even, there's no shrubs and everything looks pristine. We make it a few minutes. My boner has departed and my wang bounces between my legs as I walk. I never thought about it before. I look over at Lucas. His circumcised cock has pulled right up to his stomach too. "This is boring already." Lucas began to complain as we step onto a road. "See? We got something. A road." I am optimistic. The road lacks pavement and isn't gravel either. It's like two tracks with dirt on the bottom. "Pick a direction." I say. "This way." Lucas starts to walk and I pick the track next to him and walk. Hoofs, like a running horse are far away. The noise gets louder. I look behind us and a couple of horses with people sitting on top round a corner. Lucas has already stepped off the trail. I follow him. He's his junk covered. I look at the people. One looks like a man dressed oddly, with tall boots a loose shirt and pants. A sword is strapped to his hip. But he's dressed. The woman is wearing a long yellow dress and is somehow stuck to the side of the horse. They pull up beside us two naked boys. She says, "Oh look. Nymphs." and smiles at the man. "No Nadia. Nymphs are only female. These must be something else. They are pretty though aren't they." The man say and without acknowledgement, they gallop off. "What the fuck?" I say. "That was weird." Lucas replies, "I think they look familiar, but I'm not sure." "Okay. That's weirder." "I hope this gets better. We been walking for like twenty minutes and nothing has happened. And stop saying weird. We came here for weird. And you keep saying that. And yeah, we've already established this is weird. The mirror is weird. Everything is weird." "Don't get all grumpy on me." I reply, "Let's whistle and see what happens." "Whistle?" "Something magical always happens when you whistle. Even in back home, if you whistle at the Northern Lights, they will dance for you." He shrugs and puckers his lips and blows. I laugh, "You can't whistle?" He smiles, "Never learned." I put my fingers under my tongue, take a little breath and let out a shrill crisp whistle that pierces the air. "Wow! How do you do that?" Lucas face looks surprised. He laughs and runs a little bit. Another horse is coming. This time the dark brown horse has a man on top and is by himself. He gets closer and it becomes apparent that this isn't a man and a horse. "Hoooooooooooo. Welcome. I am glad you called." His voice calls out. "I never called." I say and try to peel my eyes away. The man horse walks toward us. He has a torso like a man, but it looks like it's glued to where a horses head should be. I try to remember the name of it. I think I seen it in story books before. Lucas remembers and says, "Centaur." "Hoooooooooooo. Yeah. I am a centaur, but most call me Jack." His voice is low and melodious. "I'm Carter and this is Lucas." I say. My eyes can't keep off of him. His torso sticking out is lighter, almost like a white guy with a tan, but the back of him is exactly as a horse. His dick is sticking out a little and his balls are massive. "Do you know Plim and Pim?" I ask? Jack throws his head up and let's out a funny noise. It sounds exactly like a horse whinny. I look at Lucas and Lucas looks at me. We smile. "That was a laugh?" Lucas asks. Jack whinneys again and says, "Yes. I laugh. Plim is my nephew and Pim is not an old friend, I fucking hate that old boy." "How old is Pim?" I ask. "A couple of millenia maybe. Hooooo. After several thousand of years, we don't count. Say, I believe you do not understand things quite well, here. Hooo. Hoooooooooo. Hooo. When you whistled as you did, you summoned me. Plim told me you were expected, but he wasn't sure when. In my haste to get you, I neglected certain pissing duties. You can excuse me?" "I would like to see." I say. "Me too." Lucas adds, "Is that okay? I've never seen a horse piss and a centaur would be even better." "Curious boys. Plim said you were somewhat off. But yes. If it pleases you, I will piss for you. If you get splashed, though, don't cry." Jack's face is pleasant and it is obvious we didn't offend him with our request. Grandpa took me to the neighbors a couple years ago and was fascinated then and I think I was surprised the first time I saw something like that. Stallion pisses are epic. Lucas is going to be flabbergasted. I keep one eye on Jack's dick as it began to unravel. It just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Lucas's eyes got big and then once Jack's dick almost hit the ground Lucas's mouth dropped open. He was riveted to it. It was long and thick as our arms, complete with some foreskin that perfectly held the tip. The sploosh of water pooled and I pulled Lucas back a bit before the stream touched his feet. I grew bold and asked, "When you spunk, how much is it?" Jack whinnied and said, "I think quite a bit. I never measured." "Can I touch it?" Lucas asked. "Yes. I think if you start, I would like to have some, hoooooooo, pleasure." Jack replied. "Huh?" Lucas is puzzled. "You have to stroke him till he's done." I explain. "I can do that." Lucas replies and then double guesses himself, "Wait. How long will it take?" "Hoooo. As long as it, hoooo does." "I'll pass." Lucas says. "Too late. You already made the deal, Lucas." I say, "Besides, we got lots of time. I'll start." Jacks prances over and pulls up beside us, his hooves are dry now. I reach under him and touch his thick horse dick. I can't get my hand around it by half. He gets even bigger and sticks out a little toward his front. I kneel down to get under there and grab it with both hands. My fingers don't touch. I stroke him in the middle, down at the tip and reach up to his balls. The centaur is fucking massive. I look over. Lucas is kneeling down and stroking it too. We take turns up and down, play our hands in the middle and all over. We are down there for quite a while and my arms are getting tired. I play with the tip and it jerks right out my hand. A huge squirt of cum blows out. Jack jumps a little, his four hooves now make me nervous. Several more thrusts and the cum shoots all over. I don't know what possesses him to do it, but Lucas put's his hand in front of the orgasm. Cum hits it and it splashes us both. I fall back laughing and roll onto my back and away from the big mess. I taste it. Chocolate. Before I can object Lucas tackles me. He's covered in the white slime and we wrestle for a bit. He's hard, I'm soft. We laugh and finally think to stop. Jack is dancing and nickering like crazy as he keeps jizzing. "We are now gross and smell like almond chocolate." Lucas wipes a big smear of white off his shoulder. It goops off and plops onto the grass. "Almond chocolate? I would say strawberry chocolate and vanilla." I reply. Jack comes back from throwing his torso around and flailing his arms around. His giant pecker is retreating back, "Thank hooo you boys sooooo much. That was wonderful. Hoooooooo. Plim is still expecting you, but not in this shape. We must get you, Hooooooooo, cleaned. The jizz, when dry, will make you, Hoooooo stick to things." "Is there some showers or something?" Lucas asks. "Hoo. Hooo. Both of you get on my back. I'm taking you to see him." Jack says. I look at Lucas's wood. I say, "I'll take the back this time, You can sit in the front. Have you ever ridden before? Lucas's eyes are afraid, "No." "Well, this will be fun for you two then." Jack says, "Grab my shoulder and step on my hand." He says and I get on first. It's pretty comfortable for me, I've been riding before. I slide back on the horse. It is a horses body to be true, through and through. I've never ridden bare before and the fur feels funny on my bum. I lean back as Lucas's leg nearly clocks me in the head. We are still covered in cum. Lucas hangs on to the mane. It's short and disappears on Jacks back around the middle Jack's bare shoulders and human back are well muscled. My cock nestles into Lucas's crack as Jack starts to walk. He works into a canter. The cool air over our bodies that are moist with Jacks cum. I feel myself shiver and I hold onto Lucas for warmth and so I don't fall off. The ride gets rougher, but we don't leave the back of Jack. It seems true. My chest is pressed up against's Lucas's back. I can feel him breath. Jack's big lungs work below my knees. I try to lean back and end up pulling Lucas back with me. No joke, we are stuck together with Centaur spunk. "Sorry Lucas!" I yell over the wind that is rippling in my ear. He might have said something but the wind catches his words before I can hear them. The ground beneath us passes below. Jack is at full gallop and the only thing that Lucas and me can do, is hang on. We don't even need to as we are securely glued to Jack. The sparse trees change to thicker and closer together. The road stretches ahead. Corners become harder and windier. We are climbing. The corners wind up. We don't slow. The trees stop on one side and we look off a cliff. The country side drops away. We are hundreds of feet above the valley floor. I look down and Jack's hooves are on the edge. Off the edge of a mountain a large bird comes closer. As it comes into sight, I see it's not a bird at all, but a horse with wings flapping. It whinneys and Jack replies with his own neigh. I have no idea what they say. The trail runs into a cliff. The mountain is all around and the cliff stands solidly in our path. The gray wall gets closer and closer. I scream as Jack leaps. The wall disappears and we are now in the tropics. The air is hot and sticky. Palm trees pass. Jack slows and stops in front of a pool lof crystal blue water. Jack is breathing quick and he says, "Hop in boys and get your self cleaned up." I pull and it's like glue. Nothing moves. I feel Lucas pull and push and we both just sat there. Jack gave several whinnies. He backs up a few paces and takes a little run, then he jumps into the air. The splash into the pond was enormous. We hit the water and instantly the glue is gone, the water turns purple. I float to the surface sputtering. Lucas float up and we enjoy the water. It tastes like grapes. We swim to the shore. We look over and Jack is standing on the shore, waiting. I look at Lucas, "That makes no sense." He shrugs. I giggle. We climb back onto Jack. I get the front. I sit and hold onto his mane. It feels like a horses. He walks down the road, His muscled back is closer. I reach out and pet it. He says nothing. I hear them before we come upon them. They are having sex. A woman is moaning loudly. We round a corner. It takes a moment for me to figure out what I am seeing. Plim is behind the woman. She's the same woman they passed earlier. She's bent over. Her boobs sag. Her mouth is working over a small girl. She looks ten. The man has his cock buried into Pim, the little boy who is thousands of years old. He is cradled in the man's arms. Pim is hard, his little balls bounce as he has his hand over his little member. The woman starts to moan loudly. She looks up and sees us. She can't stop the orgasm. She inhales and promptly vanishes. There is no flash or noise. Suddenly Pim is alone thrusting his huge member into empty air. The man gasps and disappears. Pim drops to the ground and is instantly soft. The little girl, giggles and runs into the jungle. Lucas says it for me, "What. The. Fuck." He enunciates every word and Plim and Pim turn to us. Plim's large bone flops in the air a moment and then goes soft. It shrivels and disappears under some pubic hair. I find my head, stand on Jack's back and leap down. I land awkwardly, but land and nothing hurts. "Wow wowee wow wow wow. It's Carter Carter McCoy. And he brings a friend. Please friend of Carter Carter McCoy, get off my uncle's back and come down." Plim says. The oddity Plim's fur and horns always strike me. I run over and give him a hug. I smell his musky oder. I never noticed it before and now it seems overpowering. He pushes me away, "Wow. Not so fast. No fun sex playing with us until you introduce your friend. Wow wow woowsers. I wondered why you landed so far away." "Keep your little friend away from me." Jack's deep voice cuts through, as his four hooves dance nervously on the ground. Pim has a little smile on his face and is crouched over like he is going to sneak up on Nick, but obviously getting closer to the centaur. "You smell like grapes. Woow woow wooo. You helped my uncle jack off his horse?" Plim says and laughs. "How did you know?" Lucas asks. "Woow wow woah. Who are you? Who are you?" "My name is Lucas." He answers. "Finally," Plim says, "A simple introduction. I am Plim. You have met my Uncle. The small boy looking creature is Pim. The girl who ran away is Gretchmalimpafamorichanopola. We just, wow wowee wow, call her Greta." "What is she?" I ask. This land makes no sense and I still struggle to figure it out. "Well, she is what she is. You are what you are and I am a pan." Plim says, "I thought we covered this? I am being funny. She is a nymph. She likes the sex, just like me. But alas, her humans that she is bound to went back. So she had to leave." "I think I don't even want to know." Lucas says. Plim laughs. A scream interrupts. Jack is terrified of Pim. Pim is close. Jack turns and in less than a blink of an eye delivers a swift kick to the small boy. The small blond boy flies through the air and continues. He goes over the palm trees and is lost to sight. "And don't come back." Jack yells. Our faces must have reflected the abject horror that hit our stomachs. Plim laughs and grabs me and Lucas by the shoulders and says, "Come, come, Wow Wooah Wow woo, now. this land is far less serious than yours. Pim will be back with in within one thousand and twenty of your heart beats." He turns to Jack, "Uncle. You are excused. Thank you for bringing them to me." Jack turns and gallops off. Plim says, "Now let me see the beautiful, woow wow, boys I have here. Yes? You are human?" Lucas ignores the question, "Who were those two people that vanished?" Plim laughs and dances around. He circles Lucas and touches his shoulders, "Lucas, a boy of questions, just like Carter Carter McCoy. I can see why, Wooow, you are friends. Lovers maybe? No? Not yet. Not yet. Youth cannot be, Woow wow wooow, rushed." Plim's junk untucks itself and he does that expansion size thing. It grow and now he has huge balls and a little wiener. Lucas reaches out and touches it and says, "Please oh please Mr. Faun. Please tell me who those two grown up people were and how did they get here?" Lucas grips Plims staff firmly. "Susan and Jim Blusters formerly from Gladstone Illinois. Recently relocated to California and are teachers at a local highschool in a no name town going nowhere as quickly as any human could." Plim blurts out. Lucas gasps and I laugh. "Holding a faun's penis has certain benefits, Carter Carter McCoy. And since he's got a hold of my cock, I will give you a freebee. When you cum, you go. That is how you leave this world and the same is true for them. The came and left." "Are we really here?" Lucas has let go of Plims thing. "Wooow wow woow woah. Are any of us? Even in your world, are you there or what?" He laughs and his member grows, then he adds, One thousand nineteen, one thousand twenty." He says it an pim comes crashing through the jungle stomping and angry. It is hard to take the little boy seriously. He's short, blonde, young and naked. The only hair he has is on his head. He stops and looks at us, "Well, that was unpleasant. Is your uncle gone?" "Gone as fast as his, wow, legs can carry him." Plim smiles, his thing has grown to huge and his balls hang low." With everything that happened, I feel the need for some grounding. I walk up behind Lucas. I put my arms around him and pull him close. My boy goes between his cheeks. The contact is electric. I respond with blood pumping into it and it grows. I whisper into his ear, "See? I told you this world existed. Sorry. I didn't know it was going to be this fucked up." "I like it." he whispers to me over his shoulder, "Kind of." I can't help it. I grow hard and his hole beckons. I lower my hug with my one arm and find his treasure trove hard as stone. Plim dances around he has found a horny factor of 15 out of 10. Pim's lips have some how found Lucas's member. I find Plim knocking on my back door. "Relax kind sir. I will enter, I will leave. Wow." He whispers in my ear. Something in me wants this. Something in me doesn't. The want wins and I find myself relaxing. Plim is small, like a finger. He gets a little bigger. He is in and I find it making the front harder. I didn't think I could get more erect. I whisper into Lucas's ear, "Let me in. You want this. I thrust ever so slowly. I hear him moan. I push into his boy pussy and feel the pressure from the back. It's almost uncomfortable, but I wiggle, just a little bit. And then more. And the pressure builds. I rock back and forth. It lasts for a moment. And a moment longer. I want release. I want this to last forever. Thunder. I blow. I sprinkle on a lithe back. The orgasim nearlh consumes me. On the last spurt I think, 'My jizz must tickle.' ++++++ Writers note: This is the most fucked up shit I've ever written.